After that first day and night, Phyllis and Mark have spent all their free time together. His home has been over 20 miles from hers; say 40 minutes driving. She has visited his place and they've stayed in nice hotels some weekends.
The theme of their friendship, and the centre of their excitement has been her firm and controlling underwear; and her tan nylon stockings. Girdles, the firmer the better. Black or white; no other colours seem to please them. Mark has dressed her for their times together, often taking girdles, stockings and bras from her cupboard and drawers; but also he has bought her new ones that she has enjoyed.
Phyllis has been happy with his ability to please her and his apparent happiness to be with her.
They have become a truly sexual couple and their age-difference has not once presented any difficulty.
After a few weeks together came their second progress-point. In fact, it marked another fantasy for Phyllis, dating from her earliest times when she desired to try every sensation for pleasure.
One evening, Mark was playing on her girdled body. He ran his hands over her figure and especially down her legs, contained in their fully-fashioned nylons; and attached firmly to the six suspenders.
He kissed her throat, her breasts through the long bra; he moved down to her waist and kissed her girdle, all along the bones over her tummy and so down to the bottom edge. Holding onto her figure, he moved his mouth to her clitoris and started the rhythm she always enjoyed so much. Her orgasm began in the distance, slowly creeping through her body from her breasts towards her groin.
But then Mark did something new. He was lying on her left side, and slowly he pressed the middle finger of his left hand into her wet vagina and moved it around before shifting it to her anus. Just as slowly he pressed his now-slippery finger into her bottom. Phyllis was partly startled by this development but also intrigued and pleased. It was something she'd always wanted her useless husband to do; just to feel the sensation and see what it was like. Now she knew and she liked it.
Mark liked it as well, and was pleased to feel the contents of her bowels. Hard, warm poop pressing on his finger-end. All his life he'd wanted a women who would take this pleasure while he felt at her excrement.
Then he opened out his hand and cupped her buttocks in his palm and fingers, while keeping his middle finger deep inside her rectum. He pressed his thumb into her vagina and she was completely held in his hand. He continued his licking rhythm on her clitoris. The sensations were overwhelming.
Phyllis had a flashing thought in the midst of her rising pleasure, "This is it. This is what it feels like to be filled back and front. I always wondered."
And then her orgasm burst over her like a wave crashing on the seashore, with a new force and duration. It seemed to go on for ever and she just wanted him to stay resting his head on the bottom edge of the girdle, his mouth now nibbling her stocking-top and with his fingers still deep inside her bowels and vagina.
Mark, the clever lover that he was, sensed all this and stayed still with his hand under and inside her; until her spasm passed. As she subsided and relaxed, he withdrew his fingers, wrapping them in his own fist to hide any waste that had attached to it. Phyllis moaned contentedly and turned her head to one side, to rest on the pillow. Mark got off the bed, went to the wash basin and cleaned his hands carefully. He picked up the little hand towel from the rail on the wall.
Returning to the bed and lying next to Phyllis, he pressed the towel under her bottom and quickly wiped her, in case there was anything left of his ministrations.
When she seemed clean, he took hold again of her girdled figure and moved his hands down to her thighs. She opened her legs further and he gently lifted himself onto her, and entered her for his own pleasure. As he moved in and out of her, she looked up into his face, smiled and whispered,
"Do anything you want with me. You make me so happy."
He came explosively in her and they collapsed together, for a short time, that is; before continuing their pleasures.
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The anal features of Phyllis' discoveries evolved well. After only a few days, Mark produced a set of graded butt plugs and introduced her to the first size. During their lovemaking one evening, he lifted it secretly from under the pillow, moistened it in his mouth and then slipped it into her.
In the middle of her other sensations, Phyllis became aware of the new intrusion. Not the feel of the usual finger. This was cool and more rigid. She opened her eyes and made a little sound of query, "Mmm?"
"Relax Phil and see if it gives you nice feelings," he urged her; and so she did.
In fact, it was less than satisfying. Phyllis couldn't work out why at first, but then realized the object was too small, too narrow.
Afterwards, she asked him, "Show me what it is."
It was about 5-inches long and ¾-inch across, with narrower neck and a flat base about 2-inches across.
"Are there bigger ones?" she asked him and he showed her the entire set of five plugs.
"Hmm," she pondered as she fingered them and weighed them in her hand, "I'd like to try that one some time."
She gave him the third plug in the set; it was about 1½-inches across and 6-inches long.
"Are you sure? It's much wider," he cautioned her.
"I'd like to feel it definitely, pushing me a little and stretching me. Yes?" she asked of him.
And that is how it started.
Their later conversations led them to use bigger plugs in the set. Within a month, Phyllis was accepting in her anus a love-plug that was 2½-inches diameter and 7-inches in length; every time they made love.
For both of them, this development gave additional sensations and new pleasures.
